As he stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down, down on the waves crashing and weathering the rocks, he saw it, he saw it all. What could one man really do when he all had a future written down... in stone. He almost felt vindicated... he knew one step would end the cacophony in his head of what to say and do. For once, it was only his voice he was hearing. He always wanted to chase his dreams, even though he would lose it all, his dreams always came first. Probably because of all those Disney Movies always talking about dreams and chasing them, but for him, for one brief moment he lost it all... all of it.

It was as if his dreams, which was rock hard, had just turn into sand and slip through his fingers while the wind blew them away and there was nothing he could do but watch. His mind was polluted with gibberish from the mouths of those who hardly know themselves. A shattered dream was one thing he had in his hand... and a piece of paper in the other.

Dusk had just set in; the sun was half way gone. He turned away from the horizon and headed home. Walking along the road was nothing new to him, he's been doing it for nearly half his life, he never really liked to drive anyway. While counting the steps to reach his secure room, there was a letter wedged between the door. He threw his jacket on the bed, sat down and opened the letter sending an aura of mystery to his senses. After opening it, he smelled a very familiar scent, and inside was a picture of him and someone. A friend who he hasn't heard from for a long time, she asked how he was and everything else going on in his life.

After leaving school, he never really talked to anyone and his only friend had to leave as well, so fate wasn't on his side at all. Though, this bright light seemed to illuminate his dark life once again. As he continued skimming the letter, it read" I'm going there tommorow, I heard about you, I need to see you". This made his heart stop; a person from nearly the other side of the globe, wanted to spend time and money just to see him, a person who isn't even sure sbout everything else going on. The next morning he went out to get a tatoo, he felt it would just make more sense that way. It read "7", only he knew what it really meant.

She reached the country, she headed straight for the hospital since the last phonecall she got from him was from there. Eyes were met, and tears started rolling off cheeks. They hugged tightly, a sign of how much they missed each other.
"How are you?? Is it painful??", she asked as she sat beside him, grabbing his hand and holding it close to her heart.
"A little. They said I have seven days left. I still can't believe you flew here just for this. Sorry for the burden", he said in a calm low voice as he was lying on his bed.

Then after morning came, she had to walk out the Cancer ward to get more clothes since winter came early that year. He just stayed and waited... humming to John Mayer's "Gravity".